Notes:I’ve been wanting to write something about Big bang for a while, so I finally decided to do it.
And yes, I know Taeyang is married buuuuut I’m totally in love with this man, so please don’t judge me 😔
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Headcanons: T.O.P's Sexual Preferences (Choi Seung-hyun)
Sexual Personality
T.O.P is a master of restraint and intensity. He doesn't act on impulse — he waits, studies, and when he moves, it’s with absolute confidence.
There’s a quiet dominance in him. He speaks softly, almost teasingly, but his tone alone can make your knees weak.
Extremely private. He doesn’t just give himself to anyone. If he chooses you, it’s because he craves more than just pleasure — he wants to own your mind, body, and soul.
In bed, he's commanding but graceful. He worships elegance, even in lust.
Favorite Positions
Missionary with full eye contact: He holds your hands above your head, whispers things in your ear, and makes you feel completely his.
Over the edge: Bending you over a table or counter — he loves watching you grip the surface while he thrusts slowly but deeply.
You on your knees: Power dynamics are everything to him. He loves when you're obedient, looking up at him while pleasing him.
Lying face down (prone bone): Deep, full-body connection. He presses his chest to your back and breathes against your neck.
Against the wall: Lifts you up and fucks you while keeping full control. He loves your moans in his ear while your legs wrap around his waist.
Kinks & Desires
Control & power play: He loves obedience, rituals, and routines. Tells you what to wear under your clothes, when to touch yourself, how to behave.
Vocal submission: Wants to hear you beg, say his name, ask for permission. He feeds on your desperation.
Restraints: Leather cuffs, ropes, metal spreaders — he enjoys seeing you completely vulnerable.
Temperature play: Ice cubes on your skin, warm massage oil, the contrast drives him crazy.
Impact play: He has a collection of paddles, crops, and floggers. But he uses them with calculated precision and intense aftercare.
Oral fixation: Loves watching your mouth — kissing, sucking, moaning. Eye contact during oral drives him wild.
Mirror sex: Like G-Dragon, he enjoys watching — but more to control what you see of yourself.
Public teasing: Whispering filthy things in your ear at fancy events, fingers under the table, but never fully giving in until you're both desperate.
Possessiveness kink: Marking you with hickeys, bite marks, and cum. You’re his, and he makes sure you never forget.
Face fucking: Rough, commanding, but always with intense eye contact and praise after.
Aesthetic & Ambiance
Dim lighting, vintage jazz or classical music playing softly, and red wine by the bed.
He prepares the room like a scene: silk sheets, antique furniture, designer lingerie laid out for you.
His cologne lingers on the pillows, his voice echoes even after he’s silent. It’s an experience, not just sex.
Emotional Layer
He doesn’t say “I love you” easily — but shows it in how he holds you after, how he touches your face like you’re precious.
Will write poetry or philosophical notes about you, leave them tucked in your things without signing.
Protective to the point of obsession. If someone flirts with you, expect him to remind you later who you belong to — with his mouth, hands, and cock.
Roleplay & Scenarios
CEO x Secretary: You’re his perfect assistant, always at his mercy after hours.
Museum heist: You’re caught stealing art. He’s the enigmatic collector who punishes you privately.
Masked ball: He finds you in the crowd, dances with you once, then fucks you in the shadows behind the curtains.
Aftercare & Obsession
Cleans you up himself with warm towels. Dresses you in his shirt, pours you wine, runs you a bath.
Hums softly while brushing your hair. Kisses your temple over and over.
The next day, you’ll find flowers, jewelry, or a handwritten letter waiting for you.
Headcanons: G-Dragon's Sexual Preferences (Kwon Ji-yong)
Sexual Personality
G-Dragon is naturally sensual. Everything about him has a provocative air, from the way he looks at you to how he whispers in your ear. But at the same time, he has a mysterious, quiet side that hides very intense desires.
He's the type to observe before acting. He likes to analyze your tastes, your limits, your reactions... until you're completely surrendered.
He has a dominant aura, but elegant. He doesn’t need to shout, hit, or force. His control is subtle — a firm gaze, a calmly spoken command, a touch to your chin.
He’s not 100% dominant. He loves to tease, but he also loves being teased. If you can switch roles with style, he’ll melt for you.
Favorite Positions
Sideways (spooning): Loves feeling you close, gripping your waist and kissing your neck while thrusting slowly. His moans are whispered right in your ear.
Doggy style: Obsessed with this view — your back arched, your hair falling. He grabs your hips tight and goes deep.
You on top (cowgirl/reverse cowgirl): Finds it sexy to watch you in control. His hands on your thighs, biting his lips, watching you ride like art.
On different surfaces: Loves taking you on sinks, tables, dressing rooms, behind the stage. The more spontaneous and risky, the hotter.
Mirror sex: Gets off on watching you while he’s inside you. Makes you look at yourself and calls you his masterpiece.
Kinks & Fantasies
Praise kink: He LOVES to praise you. Whispers, "just like that, my girl... doing so good for me..." while fucking you slow.
Sensory control: Likes to blindfold you, use headphones with soft music, leaving you completely at his mercy.
Dirty talk + Korean: Whispers filthy things in Korean while you moan. His voice alone ruins you.
Exhibitionism / risk of getting caught: Gets turned on knowing someone could hear. Sex in green rooms, bathrooms, backstage is pure adrenaline.
Luxury toys: Owns a collection of fancy sex toys — remote-controlled vibrators, jeweled butt plugs, velvet cuffs.
Bondage: Likes tying you up with silk scarves or his own neckties.
Receiving oral: He moans a lot, grabs your hair, bites his lip. Loves cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow.
Giving oral with full focus: Will spend forever eating you out. Loves making you cum several times before even taking his clothes off.
Light spanking: Spanks your ass while you ride him. Loves watching your skin turn red.
Body worship: Obsessed with licking and kissing your neck, thighs, and inner arms.
Music during sex: Always plays a sexy playlist (usually R&B or unreleased songs he produced).
Atmosphere & Vibes
Dim lighting, woody cologne, black silk sheets.
Candles lit, soft music, and a perfectly prepared environment. He’s a perfectionist.
Makes you feel like a goddess in a movie: expensive lingerie, champagne by the bed, everything designed to spoil and fuck you.
Romantic-Hot Fantasies
Trip to a remote resort: Locks you up in a luxury suite just to spend the whole weekend fucking you.
Masquerade party: You go to a masked event and he pulls you into the bathroom, fucks you against the wall while you wear a long dress.
Filming you both: Has a fantasy of private sex tapes. Records you riding him and keeps it as his secret treasure.
Aftercare & Soft Side
After sex, he cuddles you, kisses your shoulder, strokes your hair, and hums softly.
Sometimes writes lyrics inspired by you after a steamy night.
Takes care of you: warm bath, soft robe, thigh massage, your favorite food in bed.
Emotionally-Charged Sex
For him, sex isn’t just physical. He stares into your eyes, craves connection, needs to see you feel it.
Loves when you cry from pleasure. Wipes your tears with his thumb and kisses you gently.
Says you inspire the rawest and most honest version of himself.
Headcanons: Taeyang's Sexual Preferences (Dong Young-bae)
Sexual Personality
Taeyang is romantic to the core. He’s the type that looks into your eyes during the entire act and makes love like it’s a song — slow, emotional, and deeply connected.
But don’t mistake softness for lack of intensity — when the lights go out, he becomes a man of deep hunger and instinct.
Faithful and focused. He’s the type that wants to worship only one person, and he’ll learn every inch of your body with dedication.
He’s naturally dominant in a loving way, with gentle hands and a firm voice. Never cruel — but always in control.
Favorite Positions
Missionary with hands intertwined: Loves kissing you deeply, moaning into your mouth, bodies perfectly in sync.
You on top (slow grind): Loves watching you take your time, seeing the expressions on your face as you move.
Against the wall (especially post-shower): The heat, the steam, the tension — he’ll lift you effortlessly and press kisses all over.
Face-to-face spooning: After a long day, slow and emotional. Foreheads touching, eyes fluttering, soft praise between thrusts.
On the floor, surrounded by candles/music: He likes creating an atmosphere. Sex with Taeyang feels sacred.
Kinks & Fantasies
Body worship: He kisses every inch of you, talks to your body like it’s a treasure.
Praise kink: “So beautiful... so perfect... I could stay inside you forever.” He makes you cry from how tender his words are.
Music kink: Likes slow R&B or even gospel-inspired tracks during sex. Has definitely written songs after nights with you.
Oral obsession: He takes his time with his mouth. Loves feeling you shiver under his tongue.
Edging: He will tease you until you're begging. “Just a little more, baby,” he says, voice velvet-smooth.
After-shower sex: He dries you off with a towel, kisses your shoulders, then fucks you slowly on the bathroom counter.
Lingerie kink: Soft lace, warm tones, pastel sets — he appreciates the beauty, and takes his time undressing you.
Marking: Hickeys where only he can see. Slight scratches on your back. Possessive, but never aggressive.
Spiritual energy play: Deep eye contact, meditative breathing, sex that feels like a soul-merge.
Atmosphere & Rituals
Low lights, soft music, warm blankets. He preps the bed like it’s a temple.
Always makes sure you’re emotionally and physically ready. He reads your body language like poetry.
Lights candles, whispers a blessing (or small prayer), then kisses your forehead before starting.
Emotional Connection
Sex is part of love for him. He’ll cry with you, hold you through it, smile into your kisses.
Afterwards, he thanks you. Literally. “Thank you for trusting me... for being mine.”
Loves being cuddled and giving forehead kisses while playing with your fingers.
Fantasies & Scenarios
Private concert: He sings a song just for you... then makes love to you slowly while still whispering lyrics.
Wedding night energy: Lights, silk sheets, soft champagne kisses. He’s deeply traditional in love.
Rainy night: You dance barefoot in the living room, then he slowly undresses you, leads you to the couch, and makes love to you with the sound of rain behind.
Aftercare & Devotion
Brings water, a warm towel, and pulls you onto his chest.
Stays up talking with you, stroking your hair, listening to your heartbeat.
Leaves post-it notes the next morning: “Last night was everything.”
Headcanons: Daesung's Sexual Preferences (Kang Daesung)
Sexual Personality
Daesung is charming, sweet, and always laughing… but behind closed doors, he’s surprisingly intense.
He’s the type that starts playful — tickling, teasing, making you laugh — but slowly becomes more serious, his voice lowering, touches deepening.
Very attentive. His biggest turn-on is seeing you happy, satisfied, and glowing from his touch.
He switches easily: sometimes goofy and clingy, other times dominant and focused.
Favorite Positions
Missionary with playful kisses: Starts with laughter, ends in slow, deep strokes and forehead kisses.
Doggy style with hair pulling: Loves when you arch your back and let him take control. Pulls your hair gently, just to hear your gasp.
Seated sex (on a chair, couch, etc.): He sits down and pulls you onto his lap — full-body contact, deep eye contact, lots of kissing.
On the edge of the bed: He kneels in front of you first for oral, then stands and enters you while gripping your thighs.
Standing up in the shower: Playful wet kisses, slippery bodies, water running down while he lifts you and presses you against the wall.
Kinks & Playful Sins
Laughter + teasing: He loves when you giggle during foreplay. Tickling your thighs, whispering silly things to make you squirm.
Praise & affection: Calls you beautiful constantly. “Look at you… so pretty like this… mine.”
Oral giving (enthusiastic): He worships your body with his mouth. Moans while going down on you. Holds your thighs and dives in.
Being watched: Lowkey exhibitionist. Loves the idea of being filmed, or of people suspecting what’s going on behind closed doors.
Hair pulling + neck kissing: Can’t resist kissing, biting and sucking your neck while gripping your hair gently.
Mutual masturbation: Loves watching you touch yourself, especially when he’s right there, stroking himself in sync.
Role reversal: Sometimes lets you be in control. Loves when you ride him and tell him how good he is.
Public teasing: Whispered jokes and subtle touches in public — always playful but with hidden fire.
Emotional & Safe Energy
Always checks in. “Too much? Want to stop? Are you okay?”
Will laugh and kiss you all over if something awkward happens — makes everything feel comfortable.
Sex with him feels like joy, connection, and release. It’s fun, hot, and full of trust.
Scenarios & Fantasies
Birthday surprise: You’re blindfolded, and he gives you a slow striptease while music plays. “Tonight’s all about you, baby.”
Vacation hotel: Balcony sex at sunrise, his hands under your robe, both of you trying not to moan too loud.
Dance practice room: He locks the door, turns the lights low, and says, “I wanna see how flexible you are.”
Aftercare & Silly Cuddles
Immediately pulls you into his arms. “You okay? You were amazing.”
Brings snacks and water, makes stupid jokes to make you laugh again.
Loves falling asleep with you wrapped around him, your head on his chest, his hand tracing lazy circles on your back.
“Only My Hands Know How to Make You Cum Like This” — Nam-Gyu x Reader
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🔞 +18 | Explicit content. Female masturbation, breast play, dirty talk, possessiveness, oral fixation, multiple orgasms, emotional obsession, aftercare with possessive cuddling. Not for minors.
Author's notes:
Hiiiii besties, back at it again with another Nam-gyu fic because apparently I’m way too obsessed with this man 😛
Also… his hands??? I swear I have a problem. I’m literally obsessed with them and needed to write about it 😃✨
Anyway, if you enjoy this and wanna request something, feel free to drop by — my requests are open!
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Setting:
Outside the games, in one of the rooms you two share in a rented house while waiting for the next round. Just the two of you, sticky summer night, him lying sideways on the bed with you in his lap — Nam-Gyu slowly losing his mind over your scent and the taste of your skin.
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You had no idea what got into him that night, but ever since dinner ended, Nam-Gyu wouldn’t leave your side. Every touch lingered too long, every hug came with his breath hot against your neck, and his dark, heavy eyes were loaded with that kind of hunger he tried to hide from everyone else.
Now, alone in the quiet room, the faint glow from the streetlight slipping through the window, he had you in his lap, sitting face-to-face with him, and those hands — those damned big, veiny hands, with rough palms and long fingers — were already all over you.
“I… I fucking need to feel you,” he whispered against your skin, voice raspy and soaked in need.
You smirked, knowing exactly where this was headed. And it didn’t take long.
Nam-Gyu kissed your neck, biting softly while his hands slid under your shirt, rising to cup your tits. His rough fingertips circled your nipples, pinching them harder than he should, his thumbs rolling them slow until you let out a low, broken moan.
“You love it, don’t you? Always loved when I played with them…”
He murmured against the corner of your mouth, and before you could answer, his head dipped and he sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking and lips tight around you. His left hand squeezed your breast while the right slid down, dipping under your shorts. No teasing, no patience — fingers pushing past your panties, feeling just how wet you already were.
“Fuck… look at this… already so open for me, just from a little touching.”
His tongue didn’t stop working your nipples as his fingers played with your pussy, circling your clit in slow, torturous circles. He knew every weak spot, every pressure point — and he made sure you felt it.
Without warning, two fingers pushed inside you. The wet sound of the sudden penetration made him groan, his breath stuttering as he stared at your face.
“Shit, you’re so fucking pretty like this. My girl… my filthy little slut, so warm around my hand…”
And it wasn’t an exaggeration. Nam-Gyu was obsessed with making you cum like this, with nothing but his fingers. It was his territory, his control, what he could do to you over and over until you begged.
His palm pressed against your clit while his fingers moved deep and slow, faster with every thrust, and he switched breasts, leaving the other one marked with dark hickeys. The wet sounds of his mouth on you, mixed with the slick noises of his fingers fucking you, made the whole room feel sticky, filthy, perfect.
Your moans came louder, and he smirked, giving your clit a light slap.
“You’re gonna wake up the neighbors like that… or fuck it, let them hear. I want them to know who you belong to.”
He sped up, fingers relentless, curving perfectly to hit your spot, and your head fell back.
“Cum for me. Wanna feel you dripping down my hand.”
And you did. Your whole body trembled, clutching his shoulder, hips grinding against his palm as you came hard.
Nam-Gyu pulled his fingers out slowly, sticky and glistening, and brought them to his mouth. He sucked each one clean, groaning softly.
“Best fucking taste in the world.”
But he didn’t let you go.
Before you could even catch your breath, he laid you on your side, pulled your leg over his hip, and pushed those fingers back inside you, slower this time, dragging out your pleasure, making you beg.
The night went on like that. Messy kisses, fingers deep and steady, nipples sucked until they throbbed, controlled orgasms, and him obsessed, possessive, keeping you pressed against him long after.
By the end, you were lying on his chest, listening to that quiet little purring sound he only made when he was truly, deeply satisfied.
And those hands? Still on your thigh, like he’d never let you go.
hi! just wanted to say i loved the bigbang nsfw headcannons <3 itd be amazing if youd write anything else for them
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Teme:Teasing him with your hands until he cums all over you
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T.O.P:
You’ve always wondered what it would be like to touch him.
To feel his body tense under your hand.
To trace your fingers along his thighs and watch him breathe heavier.
To hold his cock — thick, hard, pulsing — in your palm and make him fall apart.
And today, you're not wondering anymore. You're doing it.
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• He’s warm under your touch.
Even over his pants, you feel the heat of his skin.
You start there — your hand sliding lazily over the inside of his thigh, fingers drifting just close enough to make him notice.
He doesn’t move. But the muscle tightens.
He’s already reacting.
Your palm presses gently near his groin. He exhales. Barely. But you catch it.
— Nervous? — you tease.
He tries to play it cool. But his body is saying everything you need to hear.
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• You keep your hand there — teasing.
Your fingers rub slow circles into the fabric of his pants, right over where he’s growing hard.
You feel him swell, bit by bit, until the bulge under your hand is impossible to ignore.
You press harder. He twitches.
You squeeze — gently — and he lets out the smallest sound from the back of his throat.
A warning. Or maybe a plea.
You smirk.
— Already hard for me?
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• You undo his pants like unwrapping a gift.
One button.
A slow zipper.
The sound alone makes his chest rise faster.
His boxers are black, stretched tight around his cock.
He’s thick, already hard, the tip barely peeking from the waistband.
You slide your hand in.
He groans.
Just from your fingers wrapping around his bare length.
— F-fuck...
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• His cock is hot, heavy, and perfect in your hand.
You stroke once, slowly.
His eyes roll back for a second.
He’s thick from base to tip, veins pulsing under your touch. You drag your palm upward, thumb brushing across the sensitive head.
A sharp breath. His hips jerk.
You do it again.
This time, he moans.
Low. Broken. Beautiful.
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• You use both hands.
One hand at the base, pumping firm and steady.
The other rubs gentle circles over the tip, your thumb smearing the precum leaking out.
You press into the frenulum — just right — and his thighs twitch.
— Fuck, don’t stop... — he whispers, voice deep and wrecked.
You grip tighter.
Faster.
But not too fast.
Just enough to keep him on edge.
Just enough to make him lose his mind.
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• His whole body responds to you.
His hands clutch the couch.
His abs clench.
His jaw tightens with every pump.
And still, he doesn’t ask you to stop.
Because he doesn’t want you to.
He wants more.
He wants to fall apart for you.
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• You spit in your hand.
Not a lot. Just enough to make it wetter, slicker.
You spread it over his shaft, sliding faster now, both hands working in rhythm.
He groans louder.
Thrusts into your fist.
Your name tumbles out of his mouth — ruined, desperate.
— I’m gonna... fuck, I’m gonna cum...
You don’t stop.
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• You lean in, lips close to his ear.
— Cum for me, Seung-hyun.
— I wanna feel it all over my hands.
— Now.
His whole body stiffens.
He gasps.
And then he cums.
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• It’s messy. Intense. Beautiful.
His cock jerks in your hands, thick ropes of cum painting your fingers, dripping down over your knuckles.
He moans your name, again and again.
Eyes shut tight. Chest heaving.
You keep stroking him through it, slow and soft, milking every last drop until he’s twitching with oversensitivity.
He slumps back, ruined.
You lick your fingers.
— You taste good.
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• He can barely speak.
But when he finally opens his eyes, they’re dark with need again.
— Next time, I’m returning the favor.
— And I won’t use just my hands.
G-dragon:
You’ve always wanted to see him lose control.
Not on stage.
Not in front of a camera.
But here — under your hand. In your lap. In your mouth. Wherever you decide to ruin him.
And it starts with just a touch.
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• He lets you climb into his lap like you own him.
And in a way, you do.
You straddle him, fully clothed, but his thighs part without hesitation. Your fingers slide up the inside of his shirt, nails lightly scratching his toned stomach.
He flinches.
You smirk.
Sensitive.
Perfect.
You lean down, lips brushing his ear.
— Don’t be shy. Let me touch you.
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• You unbutton his pants slowly.
He’s already half-hard, pressing against the fabric.
You feel it with the back of your fingers, dragging them along his crotch with cruel softness.
His breathing hitches.
Your name comes out in a soft, airy whine.
— Please…
Please what? He doesn’t even finish.
Because your hand is already in his underwear, wrapping around his cock.
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• His cock is long, lean, and twitching in your palm.
The kind that curves just a little upward.
Gorgeous. Pretty. Thick enough to make your mouth water.
You stroke once.
Slow. Full length. Squeeze at the tip.
His head drops back. A soft groan escapes his lips.
So pretty.
You hold him tighter.
He moans again — louder this time.
You drag your fingers over the head, collecting the pre-cum that’s already leaking, using it to slick your strokes.
— Already leaking for me, baby?
He nods, cheeks flushed, mouth open.
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• He becomes so responsive.
A twitch in his thigh when you twist your wrist.
A gasp when you speed up.
His hips rolling into your palm when you slow down just to tease.
He’s melting.
— You’re so easy to ruin, Jiyong.
He hides his face in your neck.
— I c-can’t help it… your hands…
You tighten your grip.
He whimpers.
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• You start edging him — on purpose.
When he’s close, you slow down.
When he starts panting, you stop and kiss his jaw, whisper filth into his ear.
— Not yet. I wanna feel you fall apart properly.
He trembles.
His abs are flexing. His cock is throbbing in your hand. You can feel how close he is — again and again. And you keep denying it.
It drives him crazy.
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• You spit in your palm and stroke faster.
The wet sounds fill the room.
So filthy. So hot.
You look down at his cock — red, swollen, drenched in spit and pre-cum.
His moans get higher. Desperate.
— Please, let me cum. Please please please…
You press your thumb right under the head.
— Then cum.
— Make a mess for me.
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• He fucking explodes.
The orgasm rips through him like lightning.
His whole body jerks — his thighs, his stomach, even his hands clenched in the bedsheets.
He cums hard.
So much that it shoots onto his stomach, his hoodie, your wrist.
He cries out. Loud. Raw.
You stroke him through it, milking him, not stopping even as he whines.
His cock twitches over and over in your hand, the tip spilling until there’s nothing left but shudders.
He’s trembling.
You kiss his temple.
— Good boy.
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• Afterglow Jiyong is the softest thing.
He can’t stop shaking.
He won’t stop whispering how good it felt.
His hands wrap around your waist like you’re the only thing anchoring him to earth.
— Fuck… I’ve never… no one’s ever…
You hush him.
You lick the cum off your hand slowly, watching his eyes follow every movement.
— That was just my hands, baby.
— Wait until I use my mouth.
His jaw drops.
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• You know he’ll be dreaming about your hands for days.
And every time he touches himself now…
It’s you he’ll be imagining.
Your voice.
Your fingers.
Your control.
And next time?
He’ll be the one begging to touch you.
Taeyang:
EHe pretends to be shy — but his body says otherwise.
You touch him once.
Just a hand on his knee. Casual. Innocent.
He sucks in a breath.
And you know exactly what to do next.
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• His thighs are strong, warm, solid under your palm.
You start by just tracing circles over the fabric of his pants.
Nothing suggestive at first. Just enough pressure to remind him your hand is there.
You shift closer.
Your legs brush.
And he tenses — like he’s already imagining what’s coming.
He looks at you.
Eyes wide.
Lips parted.
— Can I? — you ask, soft, like a secret.
He nods.
You unbutton his jeans.
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• His cock springs up inside his boxers — hard already.
It’s curved beautifully, thick and heavy, and when you grip it through the fabric, he lets out a soft, desperate moan.
— Oh… fuck…
He tries to hide his face.
You don’t let him.
You stroke him slowly through his underwear, your palm dragging across the fabric. He twitches under your touch.
— That feels good, doesn’t it?
He nods. Barely able to breathe.
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• You slip your hand inside and touch skin.
He’s burning.
Hard, throbbing, dripping with precum.
You curl your fingers around the shaft and squeeze gently.
— Shit… — he whispers, hips bucking.
You stroke up, thumb gliding over the slit.
He moans louder.
His head drops back. The veins in his neck stand out. He looks ruined already, and you’ve barely started.
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• His cock pulses in your palm.
You grip tighter. Start building a rhythm.
Smooth, steady strokes — all wrist, perfectly timed, like you’ve studied exactly how to make him fall apart.
He spreads his legs wider, giving you more access. His hand grips your thigh.
— Don’t stop… please…
You spit in your hand and spread it down his length.
Now it’s slick.
Now it’s wet.
Now you stroke faster.
The sound of it fills the air. Sticky. Sloppy. Hot.
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• His body reacts to every touch.
The way his chest heaves.
The way his abs flex.
The way his hips jerk forward, fucking into your hand.
He can’t stay still.
He moans like it’s the only language he knows.
Low, beautiful sounds that vibrate against your skin as you lean in.
— You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?
He nods. His voice breaks.
— Yes… yes, fuck, I’m close…
You slow down. Just to watch him squirm.
He whines.
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• You start teasing the tip.
Circular strokes with your thumb.
A soft squeeze at the base.
You drag your nails gently over the length, then wrap both hands around him.
He’s panting.
Begging.
Saying your name over and over.
— Please, baby, let me cum, please…
You kiss his temple.
— Then cum for me, Young-bae.
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• He cums HARD.
It’s sudden. Intense.
His whole body shudders as thick, hot cum spills all over your hands, his shirt, his stomach.
— A-Ah… ah fuckkk…
He twitches in your grip, gasping, moaning, eyes rolling back as you keep stroking through the orgasm.
You don’t stop.
You milk every drop out of him until he collapses against the couch, sweaty and breathless.
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• He’s sensitive, but you’re not done.
You smear the cum across his belly with your fingers.
Bring some to your lips and suck.
His eyes widen.
He lets out a shaky breath.
— You’re gonna kill me…
You smile.
— That was just my hands, love.
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• He’s obsessed now.
The way you touch him. The way you control him.
He dreams about it. He texts you at night begging for more.
And you?
You’re already planning what to do to him with your mouth next time.
Daesung:
He’s already flustered before you even touch him.
Daesung doesn’t know how to handle attention.
Especially when it’s yours.
He bites his lip when you’re close. Looks away when you lean in.
But the second your hand is on his thigh?
He can’t even breathe.
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• You sit next to him. Your leg brushes his.
You rest your hand casually on his knee, then slide it higher.
He swallows hard.
You whisper near his ear:
— Relax. Let me take care of you.
He nods. But he’s stiff under your touch.
Like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
You kiss his cheek.
— I want to feel you.
And then you do.
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• He’s already semi-hard under his pants.
You palm him through the fabric, slow, deliberate.
He gasps — actually gasps — at the first contact.
— Oh my God...
You smile.
He’s sensitive. Responsive. Perfect.
You start rubbing small circles over his cock, feeling him swell under your hand. His breath gets uneven.
— You like that, baby?
— Yes... fuck yes...
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• You undo his pants and pull them down just enough.
His cock bounces free — flushed, hard, leaking precum already.
You moan softly just from the sight.
Thick. Pretty. Red at the tip. Slight curve.
You wrap your hand around the base, slow and firm.
He lets out a long moan.
— A-Ah fuck…
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• You stroke him with care. With cruelty.
Long, slow pulls. Your hand twisting at the top.
Your thumb flicking the tip.
He shudders with every movement. His thighs twitch. His eyes roll back.
— You're so good at this… — he breathes, voice shaking.
You tighten your grip slightly and speed up.
His hips buck into your hand.
You whisper:
— You’re dripping for me. So desperate. Look at this mess.
You smear the pre-cum all over his shaft.
He whines.
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• You use both hands.
One pumping. The other massaging his balls.
Your spit dripping between them, making everything wetter. Filthier. Hotter.
He’s a mess.
Moaning. Gripping the sheets. Whispering your name.
— Please... please don’t stop...
You slow down just to watch him beg.
— You want to cum already?
— Y-Yes… I-I can’t hold it… please…
You lean in close.
— Not yet.
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• You edge him over and over.
Every time he gets close, you back off.
He gasps. Whimpers. Even sobs once.
You stroke his cock with fast, wet movements.
Then slow.
Then squeeze the base and hold him still.
He’s panting like he ran a marathon.
— I need it… please... I need to cum so bad...
You kiss his chest.
— Not until I say so.
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• When you finally let him cum — he falls apart.
You grip him tight, stroke fast, and growl in his ear:
— Cum for me, Daesung. Now. Give it to me.
He screams.
Not loud — but raw. Desperate. Shaky.
His cock pulses in your hand.
Thick ropes of cum shoot onto his shirt, your wrist, his stomach, dripping down your fingers.
He’s shaking all over.
Breathless. Boneless. Completely yours.
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• You don’t stop right away.
You keep rubbing the tip — gently — watching him flinch.
📌 Disclaimer: This is pure fiction made for fun, with lots of love for STAYs who like imagining secret (and later public) romances with the boys. None of this is real, of course.
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💌 Author’s note:
Another headcanon because I just felt like writing something about them. I was thinking about doing something else for them (separately) but honestly… I have zero ideas right now 😔
If you like this and want to request something, feel free to! My requests are open 😃
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Bang chan:
📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret
Bang Chan has always been known for keeping his personal life under wraps. As Stray Kids’ leader, the weight on his shoulders was double what most people realized. When the two of you first got involved, it happened naturally — and far from the public eye.
In the beginning, there wasn’t even a label. It was an intense friendship, heavy with glances that lingered too long and touches that lasted a few seconds more than they should. Messages came in at midnight, when sleep wouldn’t come and the ache of missing you hit hard. Chan was the type of guy who couldn’t hide his feelings, but he could hide his actions. He smiled on the inside when he saw you but kept a straight face so no one would suspect.
He’d text things like:
“Did you get home safe?”
“I heard a song and it reminded me of you… but I acted like it didn’t.”
“I want to see you so bad, but I can’t. Just needed to say that.”
Meetups were, of course, in secret. He’d pick you up in a staff-rented car after practice, or you’d sneak away to late-night cafés on the outskirts of town. Chan was obsessed with protecting you from the world, terrified that the pressure and judgment would destroy whatever fragile thing you two had.
Stolen kisses in empty hallways, hands brushing under the table, whispered conversations in the bathroom at parties the group attended. That was your love story: intense, forbidden, and urgent.
Behind the cameras, the leader of Stray Kids was just a boy in love, desperate to keep his person safe.
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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught
The fear was constant. Chan was paranoid about cameras, suspicious glances, fans who knew a little too much. He’d triple-check every message before sending, change your contact name to something like “Production Hyung” or “Delivery.”
He laid down clear rules:
“If anyone asks, say we’re not that close.”
“Never post anything from the same place as me.”
“Turn your location off.”
But at the same time, he wanted to scream your name to the world. It physically hurt not being able to hug you in front of everyone when they won an award, or post that dumb selfie of you two goofing around in the studio. Chan carried guilt and love in equal measure.
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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist
He made playlists filled with songs that reminded him of you. No matter how exhausted he was, he’d cook for you just to see you smile while eating. Chan loved laying his head on your lap while you ran your fingers through his hair.
Your talks ranged from silly nonsense to terrifyingly deep fears:
“If everything falls apart… would you still be here?”
“I’m scared I’ll hurt you by accident. Scared I’m not enough.”
He was needy, insecure, and head over heels for you. In the dark of the room or out on the balcony at 3AM, he confessed everything he couldn’t say in daylight.
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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)
There was a day when Chan nearly told the company. He wrote an email, rehearsed the conversation, but never sent it. He knew the weight it would carry — for both your careers, and your lives. When he told you, he cried. Apologized for keeping you hidden, for not giving you what you deserved.
But you understood. And he fell even harder for you because of it.
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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak
When it finally came out — whether by leak or because he chose to stop hiding — Chan faced it head-on. He protected you, publicly asked the fandom for respect, and even stood his ground with the company.
He made it crystal clear he loved you.
If before fear ruled everything, now he held your hand in public. He posted subtle photos, talked about you in interviews in careful, proud ways. The intensity from before didn’t fade — it only grew.
The fandom, of course, was divided. Some adored you, others didn’t. Chan hurt for you, but never left your side. He built a safe space for you inside his chaotic world. Took you to rehearsals, introduced you to trusted idols.
The love became lighter, no longer needing to hide. Yet Chan remained your protector, still watching over you like a shield against anything cruel.
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📌 The Difference Between Before and After
Before: It was urgency, fear, longing. Coded messages, stolen moments, whispered promises. Chan was love in silence.
After: It was safety, ease, and pride in finally being able to show you to the world. Chan was love in full volume.
Where once he slipped “I love you” notes into your jacket pocket, now he’d look you dead in the eyes across a room full of people and say it without a word. Same love, now with room to grow.
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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like
Chan made it his mission to shield you. He publicly asked for boundaries, cut ties with invasive fans, and distanced himself from toxic people.
He never let you read hate comments. He constantly reminded you how loved you were — by him and by those who truly mattered.
The more mature, kind-hearted STAYs embraced you. The rest? He ignored.
Chan would never give you up. Ever.
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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially
Overprotective to a fault.
Deeply attentive and affectionate.
A boyfriend who writes songs about you.
Who leaves little surprise notes around the house.
Who includes you in his future plans.
Who listens to you, respects your moods and boundaries.
Bang Chan would be the kind of man who made you his priority, who apologized when wrong, who constantly made sure you knew just how much you meant to him.
If he loved you in secret before, now he’d love you for the world to see.
Lee Know:
📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret
Minho had always been reserved about his private life, but when it came to feelings, he was almost unreachable. You and him grew closer slowly, at a pace only the two of you understood. It started with dry jokes, teasing, and glances that only the sharp-eyed would catch.
Lee Know wasn’t one to show much, but with you, he created small, silent rituals: sending cryptic KakaoTalk messages, always sitting next to you when possible, or leaving random little gifts like cat stickers and snacks.
Your meetups were planned like secret missions. Distant cafés, old video stores, or nighttime walks where no one would think to look for two idols. He never directly confessed, but his actions spoke for him. A longer touch on your shoulder, a note scribbled with “don’t disappear, idiot,” or waiting for you outside work without a word.
It was a relationship where silence said everything, and he saved every one of your smiles in his memory.
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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught
Minho was afraid, but he coped differently. Instead of paranoia, he used irony and coldness to cover his nerves. He’d save your contact under something like “Vet” or “Video Editor” and set up codes only you two understood.
He laid out strict boundaries:
“Don’t look at me when others are around."
“If I ignore you in front of the staff, it’s not personal.”
“If anyone follows you, tell me.”
Minho also kept an eye on your social media and location indirectly — not out of jealousy, but to make sure you were safe. If anyone suspected, he’d switch plans and lay low for a few days.
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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist
In private, Minho dropped every wall. He was playfully affectionate: sticking his cold feet under your legs, making you watch terrible movies, and laughing at your reactions. He loved secretly recording random videos of you — dancing badly, napping on the couch, or talking to his cats.
Serious talks happened in the kitchen or during late-night walks:
“You know I suck at words, right?”
“If I hurt you by accident… kick me. But stay with me.”
He showed love through little things: fixing your hair, pulling you away from the street, bringing you food when you didn’t ask.
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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)
One night, Lee Know picked you up at midnight just to say he wanted to make it official. He was tired of hiding, but the company’s pressure and fan reactions kept holding him back.
“I just want to hold your hand in public without worrying.”
He fell silent after that, his head resting on the steering wheel while you held his hand. The decision stayed in limbo, but the feeling didn’t change.
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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak
When the relationship leaked, Lee Know was furious. Not at you, but at the situation. He was the type to face things head-on, defending the people he loved with sharp words and bold actions. If the company hesitated, he’d draw clear lines.
In public, he stayed discreet but didn’t dodge the topic. He admitted having someone important in his life and insisted it didn’t change his love for STAYs. Little by little, things eased.
He started posting cat photos where your hand could be seen, or sharing funny stories about "someone" without naming you. It was his way of including you.
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📌 The Difference Between Before and After
Before: It was all teasing disguised as mockery, late-night messages, and rough affection that never failed. Minho was love in disguise.
After: It was partnership, comfort, and a lightness he never thought he’d find. He brought you to rehearsals, taught you choreography, and made it known — to those who mattered — that you were a priority.
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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like
Minho was cold with toxic fans. He made a point of protecting you and cutting off anyone who crossed the line. The respectful, supportive fans he treated kindly and thanked.
He wouldn’t let you read hate comments, and if you did, he’d make jokes to ease the sting:
“If someone talks trash, tell me. I’ll send my cats after them.”
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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially
Sarcastic and protective.
Affectionate in his own quiet way.
Would leave you snarky notes.
Secretly record random videos of you.
Take you to secluded places for just the two of you.
Make future plans without realizing.
Call you his "favorite kind of chaos."
If before he teased you just to see your reaction, afterward he’d do it because it was his way of saying "I love you" without needing words.
Changbin:
📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret
Changbin has always been intense in everything he does, and love would be no different. You started out as friends who understood each other with a glance, laughed at the same dumb jokes, and supported each other through heavy days. But it quickly became obvious to him that what he felt wasn’t just friendship.
He disguised it with over-the-top jokes and silly teasing, but his eyes gave him away. They always lingered a little too long, always checking if you were okay. When he realized he was falling, Changbin panicked — not just about the public, but about himself.
The relationship grew naturally: late-night talks, texts during practice, random little gifts. He’d send you voice notes singing or rapping absurd things just to make you laugh. Meetups were always far from busy spots: empty studios, parks after 11 PM, or his apartment balcony.
Changbin was a secret boyfriend who’d do anything to see you, even for five minutes.
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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught
Changbin’s biggest fear wasn’t for himself — it was for you. He knew how cruel people could be and was terrified you’d suffer hate or stalking. So he built strategies straight out of a spy movie:
Changing contact names to emojis.
Leaving phones in separate rooms.
Scheduling meetups no one would suspect.
He was paranoid about security, checking for cameras and getting tense whenever interviews mentioned relationships. But it was hard for him to hide when it came to you. His eyes sparkled, and smiles slipped through.
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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist
In private, Changbin was completely different. He hugged you like the world might end, rested his head in your lap, played with your hair, and laughed at your dumbest jokes.
He loved cooking for you, even if it turned into a disaster, and treasured watching you eat. He recorded silly songs with your name in them, called you ridiculous nicknames, and was fiercely jealous of your friends.
Serious talks always came late at night:
“If this ever hurts you, promise you’ll tell me.” “I never wanna hurt you… even by accident.”
He was intense, a little possessive, but always full of heart.
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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)
One night, after a tough session in the studio, Changbin showed up at your place, dead set on telling the company. He was exhausted from hiding. But the second he saw the worried look on your face, he backed down.
“It’s not worth it if it puts you in danger.”
He held you tight and promised things would be different one day.
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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak
When the relationship became public — whether by leak or choice — Changbin reacted with bravery. He faced the public, rumors, and the company head-on. He asked for respect online, thanked supportive fans, and ignored the haters.
He started including you in his lyrics more openly, dedicating performances, and dropping subtle messages in interviews.
Life together became easier. You joined him at rehearsals, trips, and hangouts with trusted friends. He made a point of holding your hand in public, even if discreetly.
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📌 The Difference Between Before and After
Before: It was urgency, longing, hidden notes, and late-night voice messages. Changbin was love smothered in secrecy.
After: It became freedom, pride, and public displays of affection. He spoke openly about how much you meant to him.
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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like
Changbin didn’t sugarcoat anything. He publicly defended you and made it clear that anyone disrespecting the relationship wasn’t welcome. He ignored rumors, blocked hateful comments, and thanked the mature, kind-hearted fans who supported you both.
He’d never let you read hate comments, and if you did, he’d crack jokes to lighten the mood:
“If anyone talks trash about you, let me know. I’ll send my cats after them.”
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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially
Overprotective and affectionate.
Intense and a little jealous.
Would surprise you with songs written just for you.
Take you to random, out-of-the-way restaurants.
Include you in everything he could.
Send ridiculous voice notes just to hear you laugh.
Dream big and put you in all of those plans.
If before he loved you in backstage shadows, afterward he’d love you on stage, in the crowd, and in every word he spoke about the future.
Hyunjin:
📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret
Hyunjin has always been intense with his feelings but incredibly cautious about who he lets close. You two slowly grew closer through conversations about art, music, and frustrated dreams. He looked at you like he was trying to figure you out, and little by little, you became irreplaceable to each other.
In the beginning, everything was a little confusing. Hyunjin was too affectionate to be just a friend but kept too much distance to be something more. He’d send you random pictures of the sky or paintings that matched your mood that day. Long midnight messages, hidden notes in your pocket whenever you met up.
Your dates were always discreet: empty museums late at night, tiny hidden cafés in the city, or sketching together at his place.
Hyunjin was a silent, poetic kind of in-love. And you always knew.
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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught
Hyunjin was suffocated by fear, and unlike Chan or Minho, he couldn’t hide it well. In public, he was restless, avoided eye contact, and only got close when absolutely sure no one was watching.
He’d ask you not to post anything suspicious, made sure you never appeared in the same place as him, and sent you messages like:
“Wish I could hold your hand right now. But I can’t.”
Still, sometimes his feelings leaked through: lingering glances at events, knowing smiles, little gestures only you two noticed.
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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist
Hyunjin was a hopeless romantic behind closed doors. He made playlists for you, sketched your face in his notebooks, and wrote down his feelings.
He loved taking you to places no one knew, dancing with you in the middle of his living room to old songs, and spending hours in comfortable silence.
The deepest talks came when his head rested on your lap:
He was intense, dramatic, and completely in love.
“What if people find out and hate you?”
“I’m terrified I’ll hurt you.”
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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)
One night, after drinking a little too much at a gathering, Hyunjin sent you dozens of messages saying he wanted to tell the world.
“I’m done hiding you. I love you. For real.”
The next day, he apologized and admitted it wasn’t possible yet. But that moment said everything.
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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak
When it all came out, Hyunjin was devastated by part of the public’s reaction. He blamed himself for exposing you and went days without showing up on live streams.
Little by little, though, he found strength. He asked for respect publicly, defended you fiercely, and learned how to navigate it.
He started including you in things: mentioning "someone special" in interviews, making videos with you subtly in the background, and posting photos only you two knew the meaning of.
The relationship got lighter, and Hyunjin grew more confident.
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📌 The Difference Between Before and After
Before: It was stolen glances, hidden notes, and whispered confessions. Hyunjin was poetic, quiet love.
After: It became security, discreet public declarations, and fearless moments together. He learned to love you without hiding.
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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like
Hyunjin struggled a lot at first. He was affected by comments but made sure to protect you.
He replied to hateful messages with poetic indirects, thanked those who defended you, and made it clear no one would take you from him.
Little by little, the more mature fans embraced it, and he felt relieved.
📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially
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Flood your phone with late-night texts saying how much he loved you.
Extremely affectionate and dramatic.
Would write you letters.
Dance with you at home.
Sketch you in every notebook.
Take you to art galleries.
Make you part of every single dream he had.
If before he loved you in backstage shadows, afterward he’d make sure to place you in the light.
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Han:
📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret
Han has always been the type to hide everything behind a joke, and it was exactly like that with you in the beginning. He made a point of teasing you, calling you silly nicknames, and making up ridiculous stories just to hear you laugh. But his eyes gave him away.
Little by little, the late-night messages increased. He’d send you voice notes saying:
“Look at this lyric, it sounds like you.”
Your hangouts were chaotic and secret: random studio sessions, fast food runs at 2 AM, or anime marathons in his dark room.
Han tried to act like it was just friendship, but his jealousy gave him away. If another idol complimented you, he’d get visibly annoyed and cover it with a joke.
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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught
Han was terrified but also terrible at hiding it. He was paranoid about cameras and sharp-eyed fans, changed your contact name to something ridiculous like "Shrek" or "Corn Vendor Uncle" so no one would suspect.
He had a whole list of rules:
No pictures together.
No suspicious likes.
Pretend not to know you at events.
And still sent you messages like:
“Wish I could hug you right now, but I’ll just insult you in my head instead.”
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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist
When alone, Han became a different person. Sweet, clingy, unfiltered. He loved laying in your lap, stealing your food, and laughing until he cried with you.
He’d record silly songs with your name, make up ridiculous dances for just the two of you, and plan the most impossible things:
“When I’m a billionaire, I’ll buy an island for us and all the dogs.”
Serious talks came when he was feeling soft or exhausted:
“I’m scared of hurting you… or people hating you because of me.”
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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)
One random day, Han pulled you aside and said:
“I wanna post a picture of you. I wanna hold your hand in the street.”
Then immediately went quiet, cracked a joke, and changed the subject. It was his way of saying he loved you.
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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak
When everything leaked, Han panicked. He was terrified about you getting hate and spent hours sending you apologetic messages.
Once things calmed down, he faced it head-on. He asked for fans’ respect, did a live explaining how important you were, and that he wasn’t going to give up.
He started slipping you into lyrics, dropping cheeky hints in interviews, and posting stories with inside jokes only you two would get.
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📌 The Difference Between Before and After
Before: It was made of jokes, hidden messages, knowing looks, and teasing disguised as flirting. Han was chaotic, secret love.
After: It became security, public jokes, and real plans. He started including you openly and made protecting you a priority.
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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like
Han would be sarcastic about it. He’d respond to haters with witty comments, defend you publicly, and make jokes out of uncomfortable situations.
He’d be endlessly grateful to supportive fans and show everyone how genuinely happy he was.
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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially
Playful and super affectionate.
Would write you silly songs.
Post ugly selfies of you just to annoy you.
Take you out for junk food.
Send memes at 4 AM.
Dream big and make wild plans.
Make you laugh even on the worst days.
If before he loved you behind jokes, afterward he’d make the whole world laugh along with you.
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Felix:
📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret
Felix has always had a huge heart and a warmth that lit up every room. With you, it was no different. From the start, he was attentive and sweet but careful, knowing exactly how risky it was to get involved.
He’d send you soft messages like:
“I saw a dessert at the store that reminded me of you.”
Your hangouts were calm, full of soft laughs and knowing looks. Hidden cafés, night walks, and video game sessions at his place.
Felix was the kind of person who fell in love while smiling. And you could tell.
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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught
Felix was terrified of you getting hurt — not by him, but by the public. He was the most cautious of them all, changing your name in his phone, avoiding even mentioning you to friends who didn’t know.
He asked you not to post anything suspicious and even set up secret signals:
“If I run my hand through my hair, it means you should leave the room.”
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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist
Felix was pure affection in human form. He hugged you so tight you’d lose your breath, baked you cakes even if he burned them, and made silly videos just for you.
He loved hearing your voice, resting his head in your lap, and calling you the most ridiculous nicknames:
“My little cookie.”
He’d tell you secrets, talk about his family in Australia, and plan impossible trips:
“One day, I’ll take you to stargaze in my mom’s backyard.”
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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)
Felix was the one who considered going public the most. After a hard night, he hugged you and said:
“I just wish everyone knew how happy you make me.”
But he backed down out of fear of putting you in danger.
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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak
When it happened, Felix led with his heart. He cried during a live, asked fans for respect, and thanked those who supported him.
He started slipping you into his songs, posting photos of the cakes he baked you, and mentioning "someone very special" in interviews.
Your relationship became light and filled with quiet, public declarations.
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📌 The Difference Between Before and After
Before: It was hidden hugs, sweet messages, and longing looks. Felix was gentle, protected love.
After: It became security, subtle public gestures, and obvious happiness. He loved you out loud.
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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like
Felix was kind, patient, but firm. He ignored hate, thanked every supporter, and protected you with everything he had.
He respected fans but made one thing clear:
“If you love me, you have to respect who I love.”
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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially
Affectionate, protective, and endlessly sweet.
Would bake you cakes.
Send you kitten videos.
Hold your hand under the table.
Plan impossible trips.
Involve you with his family.
Take care of you on bad days.
If before he loved you in hidden smiles, after he’d make sure the whole world saw it.
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Seungmin:
📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret
Seungmin was always known for being calm, sarcastic, and hard to sway. But with you, it was different. He teased you more than anyone, but there was a quiet kind of care in everything he did.
Your conversations were full of irony, but underneath it, genuine concern:
“Go home before someone kidnaps you, idiot.”
Your hangouts were always simple — coffee shops near the dorm, grocery runs, empty parks. Nothing flashy. That was Seungmin’s way of keeping you safe.
He watched you more than he spoke. Little gestures — like dropping a jacket over your lap or sliding you chocolate without a word — said more than a thousand declarations.
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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught
Seungmin was the most discreet and strategic. He was terrified of causing problems for you, so he avoided mentioning you, staring too long, or even being in the same room with you when others were around.
Your name in his phone was saved as "Tech Support," and any soft messages were quickly deleted after reading.
"You’re not posting dumb stuff, are you?”
He was practical but affectionate in his own way.
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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist
When alone, Seungmin dropped the tough act. He became a sarcastic, clingy boyfriend.
He loved watching trash TV with you just to complain about it, stole your food without asking, and teased you endlessly just to see your annoyed face.
He gave you the dumbest nicknames and warned:
“Keep whining and I’ll kiss you.”
The serious talks came at night, when he got soft:
“If this blows up… will you hate me?”
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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)
After a big performance one night, Seungmin pulled you aside and whispered:
“I wish everyone knew it’s you.”
But quickly pulled back. Seungmin was always rational, and fear won that time.
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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak
When everything got out, Seungmin handled it with the most maturity. He publicly asked for respect and made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate hate.
He was calm and direct in interviews, standing up for you with quiet, unshakable confidence.
He started posting photos of places you went together, mentioning "someone special" in subtle ways, and made sure you were part of his important moments.
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📌 The Difference Between Before and After
Before: It was teasing, discreet looks, and sarcasm hiding affection. Seungmin was careful, restrained love.
After: It became security, subtle declarations, and constant protection. He loved you with intention.
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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like
Seungmin would be firm. He’d ignore hate, reply with sarcastic humor, and make a point of appreciating anyone who respected you.
Big public declarations weren’t his style, but he’d show his love through actions.
“If you care about me, you’ll respect who I choose.”
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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially
Sarcastic, caring, and protective.
Watch bad shows with you.
Tease you nonstop.
Make jokes about your habits.
Involve you in his routine naturally.
Send you dumb memes.
Show love through simple, thoughtful gestures.
If before he loved you with silence and sly comments, afterward he’d protect and love you without fear.
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Jeongin:
📌 Before the Serious Relationship — When Everything Was a Total Secret
Jeongin was always the guy who hid his feelings behind shy smiles and silly jokes. With you, it didn’t take long for something special to spark. He got flustered around you, made up dumb excuses to hang out, and blushed every time you touched him.
Your dates were simple: ice cream runs, video games, or park walks during odd hours. Jeongin made sure nothing looked suspicious, though his eyes always gave him away.
He’d send you messages like:
“Found a dumb puppy video and it reminded me of you.”
And then anxiously wait for your reply.
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📌 How He Handled the Fear of Getting Caught
Jeongin was a mix of nerves and excitement. He was scared of the fandom, the hate, but deep down he just wanted to show the world he was in love.
He was paranoid about pictures, stories, and even places you went together. He saved your number as "TV Maintenance" and deleted any soft messages the second you read them.
“If anyone asks, say you’re my cousin.”
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📌 The Moments That Were Just Yours — When the World Didn’t Exist
Jeongin was all affection. He loved clinging to you, watching anime cuddled up, secretly taking pictures and sending them to you later.
He’d hum songs softly just for you, and invent dumb challenges to see who could eat the most fries.
The serious talks always happened late at night:
“Do you think I’m good enough for you?”
He was honest, sensitive, and endlessly loyal.
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📌 The Day He Wanted to Make It Official (But Couldn’t)
After one birthday party, Jeongin got emotional and almost posted a picture of you two. He didn’t only because Felix snatched his phone at the last second.
Deep down, he just wanted you to feel proud of being with him.
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📌 After the Relationship Went Public — By Choice or Through a Leak
When everything came out, Jeongin freaked out. He sent you a million texts asking if you were okay, if you wanted to disappear, or if he should deny it all.
Once things settled down, he handled it with surprising maturity, asking for respect and making it clear he wasn’t letting go of you.
He started subtly mentioning you, posting soft photos, and saying he was the happiest he’d ever been.
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📌 The Difference Between Before and After
Before: It was shy smiles, funny texts, and hidden affection disguised as jokes. Jeongin was innocent, secret love.
After: It became security, open affection, and careful, thoughtful gestures. He loved you out loud.
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📌 What Life with the Fandom Was Like
Jeongin would be sweet but firm. He’d thank supportive fans, ignore haters, and constantly show how happy he was.
He’d say:
“If you like seeing me happy, respect the person who makes me happy.”
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📌 The Kind of Partner He Would Be Officially
Sweet, shy, and affectionate.
Send you goofy photos.
Take care of you in little ways.
Call you by weird nicknames.
Share playlists with you.
Take you out for junk food.
Be your best friend and boyfriend at the same time.
If before he loved you behind jokes and flustered glances, afterward he’d love you publicly — and with undeniable pride.
Warnings: Swearing, ridiculous dad behavior, Roh Jae-won being emotionally and competitive with his own child. Silly fluff and a LOT of humor.
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Author's notes:
Hiiiii! Another headcanon about the most handsome man in the universe (if you agree, breathe).
And is it wrong? We’ll never know.
But if you like this one, I recommend checking out my other stories too 😛
[My requests are closed, but if you think your idea is REALLY good, feel free to send it.]
📌 Masterlist — [link]
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📌 Finding Out About the Pregnancy
You weren’t planning it. Neither was he.
Both of you were drowning in work — you with a new acting project, him juggling three productions at once. The last thing you expected was that pharmacy test showing two bright red lines like a punch in the face.
The first person you told was… yourself, locked inside your apartment bathroom. Roh Jae-won knocked on the door three times.
“Yah, are you okay in there? You’re way too quiet… you didn’t drown in the bath, did you?”
His voice was half-concerned, half-teasing as always.
You opened the door with teary eyes and trembling hands, the positive test hidden behind your back. Roh looked at you like, what did you do now? and why the hell are you crying like that?
“I… I’m pregnant.”
That smug little smile he always wore dropped instantly.
“You’re…?” He pointed at your stomach, then at the test. “Mine?”
“Of course it’s yours, you idiot.”
Silence. Two full minutes. You counted.
And then, like a bad romcom, Roh Jae-won ran a hand down his face, turned around, and literally banged his forehead against the wall.
“Holy shit.”
You thought he’d freak out. But when he turned back around, he was laughing. A nervous, unhinged laugh, half terrified, half excited. He pulled you into the most awkward hug and mumbled into your hair:
“Fuck… I’m gonna be a dad.”
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📌 Telling the Family
His mom cried. Out of joy… and absolute panic.
“Do you know what you’re doing, Jae-won? Your career, your projects… what if something goes wrong?”
He didn’t care.
He cared about you.
“If it goes wrong, I’ll fix it. I swear I’ll fix it.”
And from that moment on, he became the most overprotective, neurotic man in South Korea.
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📌 The Pregnancy Months
• First Three Months:
Roh turned into a cloud of anxiety. Every time you threw up, he looked at you like you were dying.
“Want me to take you to the hospital?”
“It’s just nausea, babe.”
“But what if…”
You nearly punched him for asking so much.
• Downloaded a pregnancy app and updated you every single day.
“Today our baby’s the size of a plum!”
“Jae-won, nobody cares.”
“I do!”
• Started sleeping with his head on your stomach as soon as it showed even a little bump.
Even if he couldn’t feel anything yet, he loved pretending he could.
“Appa’s here, little one.”
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• Four to Six Months:
You fought over names.
He wanted something classic Korean.
You wanted something modern.
“What if it’s a girl?”
“What if it’s a boy?”
“What if it’s twins?”
You nearly fainted at that one.
• He bought baby clothes like a maniac.
Onesies, socks, mittens. You almost killed him when you found a ridiculously expensive panda onesie.
“It’s so cute!”
“Is it imported from BTS’s house or what?!”
• Cried at every ultrasound.
The first time you heard the heartbeat, Roh lost it. Walked out of the clinic with puffy eyes, denying he cried.
“It was dust, okay?”
You let him lie.
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• Food cravings:
He fulfilled every weird, impossible craving at 3 AM.
“Babe… I really want rice cakes, sundae, and watermelon.”
“Now? It’s 3 in the morning.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Be right back.”
And he always came back.
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• Jealousy
If any male coworker came too close, or even mentioned you in an interview, he got pissy.
“That guy… I don’t like him.”
“He just asked if I wanted water, Jae-won.”
“Don’t care. I’ll get it for you.”
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📌 Preparing for Birth
• Setting up the nursery
It turned into an event.
Roh picked out animal wallpaper, built the crib, got mad at the instructions.
“These damn screws don’t even fit!”
“Calm down, I’ll help you.”
“I don’t want your help. I’m this baby’s appa. I’ve got this.”
Fifteen minutes later — sweaty, messy, but victorious — he proudly stood next to the assembled crib.
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• His Secret Fear
In the last week, he got weird. Quiet. Avoided eye contact.
You only found out why when you caught him secretly smoking out on the balcony — something he’d quit years ago.
“You started smoking again?!”
He froze, dropped the cigarette, stomped it out.
“I’m scared.”
His voice cracked.
Scared you’d get hurt.
Scared he’d lose you both.
Scared he wouldn’t know how to be a dad.
You stepped closer and cupped his face.
“You’re going to be the best appa in the world.”
And he believed it.
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📌 The Birth
You went into labor at two in the morning.
He completely lost his shit.
Dropped his phone, tripped on the rug, forgot the hospital bag, almost left the house in slippers.
• In the delivery room:
Held your hand so tight you thought he’d break your fingers.
“You got this, babe. You got this… shit, you got this, okay?”
The doctor told him to calm down.
He did not calm down.
When the baby cried for the first time, the room filled with sound — and Roh Jae-won completely shattered. Tears pouring down his face like a kid.
“Is it… is it mine? Is this real?”
The doctor placed the baby in his arms.
That man who walked through film sets like nothing could touch him… broke into pieces.
“Hey, little one. It’s me… appa.”
He looked at you with the happiest, most terrified face you’d ever seen.
“He’s perfect… he’s ours.”
And you cried too.
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And that’s how it started.
📌 First Night Home
The baby cried.
You were exhausted.
Roh Jae-won was in a state of emergency.
“Why is he crying? Didn’t he just eat? His diaper’s dry! Is he… is he running a fever?!”
“Jae-won… he’s just sleepy.”
“Are you sure? I’m calling the hospital. I’ll call.”
“IF YOU CALL, I’LL KILL YOU.”
He froze, phone mid-air. Swallowed hard.
“Okay… but if he sneezes, I’m calling.”
You wanted to laugh and slap him at the same time.
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📌 Backward Diaper Disaster
His first time changing a diaper solo? Total disaster.
He put it on backwards, then complained it wouldn’t close.
“This diaper’s defective.”
“Jae-won… you put it on upside down.”
“Oh. That’s why it’s leaking.”
Result: the baby peed on him.
He screamed.
You laughed.
“IS THIS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!”
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📌 Existential Crisis By The Crib
One night you woke up and found him standing by the crib, staring at the baby like he’d just discovered the meaning of life.
“You okay?”
“How can something so tiny be this perfect?”
You laughed.
“Go to sleep, poet.”
“I can’t. What if he stops breathing?”
“Jae-won, he’s sleeping. He’s not gonna explode.”
“You don’t know that.”
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📌 First “Appa”
The baby had just turned eight months.
You were on the living room floor, surrounded by toys.
Roh was being ridiculous with a stuffed animal on his head when the baby blurted out:
“Appa.”
Silence.
Roh’s eyes went wide.
“He… he said Appa? Did you hear that? I HEARD IT! HE SAID IT!”
You confirmed, laughing.
“Yup. He said it.”
Roh bolted through the apartment, yelling:
“SUCK IT, WORLD! MY KID LOVES ME!”
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📌 Ridiculous Photo Obsession
Roh took pictures of the baby every time he moved.
Baby blinked → photo.
Baby sneezed → boomerang.
You had to delete half of them just to free up phone space.
“Babe, no one wants to see fifty photos of him making faces.”
“I do. And I’m posting all of them.”
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📌 Jealous of Other Babies
At the park, some random mom came over to compliment your baby.
“Such a cutie! Can I hold him?”
Roh went pale.
“No.”
The woman laughed, thinking it was a joke.
He repeated it.
“I’m serious.”
You had to step in.
“Sorry, he’s a bit… territorial.”
“A BIT? YOU’RE MY BABY, PUNK.”
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📌 Baby Says “Omma”
The first time the baby said “Omma,” you cried.
Roh pouted.
“I raised this little punk with my bare hands and this is what I get?”
You laughed.
“Ah, baby…”
“You know what? I’m hurt.”
Three minutes later, he was cuddling the baby.
“It’s fine… Appa still loves you, even if you’re ungrateful.”
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📌 Attempted Baby Food Chef
Roh swore he could cook.
“I saw it on YouTube. Easy.”
Made mashed potatoes and carrots.
Added so much garlic the baby made a face and spit it out.
“He loved it!”
“He spit… never mind.”
You grabbed the spoon.
“Come on, chef Appa, try again.”
He did.
The baby chucked the spoon at the floor.
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📌 First Fever
The baby got a little fever.
Roh panicked.
“We’re going to the hospital.”
“It’s just a fever, babe. It’ll go down with medicine.”
“Medicine’s dangerous! Side effects! He’s too small! He can’t!”
You placed a hand on his chest.
“Breathe, love. It’ll pass.”
Roh stayed up all night checking the baby’s temperature every five minutes.
By morning, he was a zombie.
“He’s alive?”
“Yep.”
“Thank God.”
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📌 First Birthday
You wanted something small.
Roh wanted a national event.
“I already ordered a cake with his face on it. Got gourmet brigadeiro. Bunny-shaped balloons.”
You gawked.
“You ordered a cake with his FACE?!”
“Yeah. Wanna see the model pic?”
It was ridiculous.
But you couldn’t say no.
At the party, the baby cried at his own face on the cake.
Roh was devastated.
“You don’t like it? Appa did this for you, kid.”
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📌 Late Night Couple Talks
After the baby slept, you’d lie on the couch.
“Do you think he’ll be more like you or me?”
“Hopefully me.”
“You arrogant ass.”
“No, seriously. If he’s like you, people will fall in love with him. I can’t deal with that.”
You laughed.
“If he’s like you, he’ll be a crybaby.”
Roh put a hand to his chest.
“Crybaby? I’m sensitive.”
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📌 Talking to the Baby Asleep
Roh had a habit of talking to the baby while he slept.
“Appa loves you, okay? Even when you crap on me, I love you. When you scream at 3 AM, I love you too. And if one day you call me old, I’ll still love you.”
You caught him once and almost cried laughing.
“You’re such a dumbass.”
“I know. But I’m your dumbass.”
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📌 First Steps
When the baby took his first steps, Roh absolutely lost it.
“FILM THIS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!”
You nearly dropped your phone in the rush.
The baby took three steps, tripped, and fell.
Roh threw himself on the floor.
“MY KID IS WALKING! HE’S A GENIUS! EAT THAT, KOREA!”
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📌 Family Photos
Every month, Roh insisted on a family photo.
One serious.
One making silly faces.
One with the baby biting his nose.
“If I ever die, I want these at my funeral.”
“Shut up, idiot.”
“No, seriously. It’ll be legendary.”
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📌 Extra Headcanons
Roh is the kind of dad who cries at school plays.
Threatens to sue if someone calls the baby ugly.
Dresses up as Santa at Christmas and sobs with emotion.
Buys toys for the baby, but ends up playing with them himself.
Puts on lullabies and falls asleep before the baby.
Steals baby kisses 24/7.
Makes the baby wave goodbye even when he’s going to the bathroom.
Holds the baby up and says:
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. After pizza. Kidding. Before pizza. Way before.”
📌 First Mischief
At two years old, your kid had officially become a tiny version of Roh. And that meant: pure chaos.
You woke up to the sound of giggling and something crashing. Ran to the living room and found:
The TV remote inside a cereal bowl.
A sock floating in the fish tank.
Your toddler laughing, face smeared with toothpaste.
“What the hell is this?!”
Roh, beaming with pride:
“Our kid’s a genius.”
“He stuffed a sock in the aquarium!”
“BRILLIANT.”
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📌 First Swear Word
He dropped his toy on his foot.
And went:
“Shit.”
You froze. Roh turned pale.
“DID HE JUST SAY ‘SHIT’? WAS THAT YOU?!”
“IT WAS YOU, DISASTER.”
Result: both of you suffering moral shame while your kid happily repeated it for a week.
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📌 Roh Freaking Out Over Homework
At four years old came the first school assignment: draw your family.
He drew you, himself… and a giant green monster.
“Who’s this?”
“Appa when he’s mad.”
Roh was mortally offended.
“Unbelievable. I’m gentle.”
“Sure, babe. Gentle monster.”
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📌 First Little Crush
At kindergarten, a girl kissed your kid’s cheek.
Roh had a meltdown.
“NO! HE’S ONLY FIVE!”
“Love, it’s just a little kiss.”
“I’LL MURDER THAT CHILD.”
“ROH!”
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📌 Jealous of You
The little one was so clingy with you. If Roh tried to hug or kiss you:
“NO! MY OMMA!”
Roh would sulk.
“I’m your appa, you punk. Show some respect.”
You died laughing every time.
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📌 Extra Headcanons
Roh teaching him how to make silly faces.
The two of them roughhousing and knocking over your vase.
Roh pretending to dodge vaccines along with your kid.
Both of them napping on the couch while watching cartoons.
Seong Gi-hun Fluff Headcanon — Introducing You to His Daughter
Requested by: @cutecat2005
Pairing: Seong Gi-hun x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Comfort
Warnings: None, just pure sweetness
Word Count: ~3k
Note: Thank you so much for this lovely request! I absolutely adored writing this soft scenario for our sweet, chaotic Gi-hun. Hope it warms your heart 💖
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Masterlist squid game
How you met:
You met Gi-hun at a small, quiet coffee shop near his workplace.
He was having the worst day of his life: missed his bus, spilled coffee on his shirt, and forgot his wallet at home.
You, being the absolute angel you are, noticed him fumbling and offered to pay for his drink without a second thought.
That single moment led to casual conversations every time you both showed up at the same place.
He fell for you slowly, through the easy way you laughed, the way you’d scold him when he gambled away his last coins on the claw machine outside the shop, and how you genuinely cared about his well-being.
Gi-hun couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at him like you did — like he mattered.
Dating Gi-hun:
Dating him was chaotic but heartwarming.
He was a little clumsy with affection at first — awkward, shy, but incredibly sweet.
He’d bring you random little things he found that reminded him of you: a pretty stone, a keychain shaped like a bunny, cheap hair clips from a claw machine.
Gi-hun was protective in a soft, nervous kind of way. He worried about you constantly, always checking if you’d eaten or if you got home safe.
He adored physical touch but was bashful about initiating it. You usually had to grab his hand or cuddle up to him first.
The man absolutely loved it when you played with his hair or kissed the tip of his nose, though he’d get all flustered and pretend to hate it.
About his daughter:
Gi-hun’s relationship with his daughter, Ga-yeong, was precious but complicated.
He loved her with his whole heart, but his life circumstances made it hard for them to spend quality time together.
Every time he saw her, it felt like a miracle — he’d cherish every second, trying to make her laugh, buying her favorite snacks, and listening to her stories like she was the most important person in the world.
You knew about Ga-yeong early into the relationship. He spoke of her often, with a soft ache in his voice and a gentle smile on his lips.
You could tell she was the anchor in his stormy life.
The day he told her about you:
It took Gi-hun a while to bring it up.
He was terrified she might not like the idea, afraid of complicating her world or disappointing her in some way.
But one sunny afternoon at the park, while sharing ice cream and sitting on a bench, she asked if he was lonely when she wasn’t around.
The question hit him like a brick wall. He hesitated before smiling softly and saying,
“There’s someone… someone really kind. I think you’d like them.”
Ga-yeong’s face lit up immediately.
“Really? Are they nice to you, Dad?”
“The nicest.”
From that moment, she was curious about you, asking questions like:
Do they like ice cream? What color is their favorite? Can they ride a bike? Do they like cartoons?
Planning the meeting:
Gi-hun was a nervous wreck leading up to the day.
He wanted everything to be perfect — cleaned his tiny apartment twice, bought extra snacks, even tried (and failed) to cook something special.
You, on the other hand, were excited but equally anxious. You knew how important this was to him.
He kept sending you nervous texts like:
“What if she doesn’t like me being with someone else?”
“What if she thinks you’re boring?”
“Do kids these days like stuffed animals or comics?”
You calmed him down with a simple reply:
“She’s your daughter, Gi-hun. If she’s anything like you, we’ll be just fine.”
The actual meeting:
It was at a quiet park with a playground and a little picnic area.
Gi-hun arrived first with Ga-yeong, who was clinging to his arm, wearing a cute sunhat and carrying a tiny backpack full of toys.
You showed up a few minutes later, holding a small bag of sweets you knew she liked.
Gi-hun’s face lit up the moment he saw you, a rare, soft look of relief washing over him.
He knelt down beside his daughter and whispered,
“That’s them. Wanna say hi?”
Ga-yeong peeked at you from behind his arm, then took a brave step forward.
“Hi… are you really nice to my dad?”
You crouched down to her level, smiling.
“I try my best. But you can let me know if I need to do better, okay?”
She grinned, already warming up to you.
The rest of the afternoon:
You three sat together, sharing snacks and stories.
Ga-yeong was surprisingly chatty, telling you about her favorite cartoons and how her dad couldn’t cook ramen without burning it.
Gi-hun blushed hard at that, trying to defend himself.
You brought along a small plush toy you’d picked out for her — a tiny bunny in a dress — and the little girl adored it.
She named it after you within five minutes.
The three of you played on the swings, took turns chasing each other around, and even built a tiny rock tower near the sandbox.
At one point, you caught Gi-hun watching you two with this tender, almost teary-eyed smile.
After the day ended:
Ga-yeong hugged you tightly before leaving, whispering,
“You can stay with my dad if you want. He needs someone nice.”
Gi-hun nearly cried on the spot.
When you two were finally alone, he pulled you into a long, warm embrace, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Thank you… for today, for her, for… everything.”
You told him you loved him for the first time right then.
And he didn’t hesitate for a second before whispering it back.
Final thoughts:
Gi-hun’s love for you deepened tenfold after that day.
He kept photos from that afternoon in his wallet and on his fridge.
Ga-yeong would ask about you every time she saw him, demanding to know when she could visit again.
It became a tradition: little family outings at parks, cheap street food, shared laughter.
You never pushed to replace anyone in her life — you simply became someone she trusted and adored in your own way.
And Gi-hun?
He finally felt like maybe… just maybe… he was worth loving after all.
Hello! I would just like to say off the bat that I LOOVE your writing, it makes me giggle and kick my feet whenever I read them.
But anyways, could I request a Yandere Dae-ho x male!reader smut fic?
Basically the reader gets Invited to join gihuns group by dae-ho after he notices that the reader gets kicked out of his team for being seen as the "weaker link". Gradually over time, dae-ho gets more obsessed with the reader to the point he can't stand the reader forming deeper connections/talking with anyone else in the group or just even a small conversation with another player. If it's another player, he'll pull them to the side and blackmail them the best he can within the games in order to get them to stay away from the reader, knowing nobody is going to believe the other players even if they told anyone or the reader due to dae-hos kind and cheerful persona, at some points he'll even purposefully trip those said players in mingle to get them killed.
In hide and seek (better known as keys and knives/the 4th game), dae-ho ends up successfully switching with someone and is a seeker (this should've happened in canon trust). Dae-ho also kills any other players that the reader talked with out of spite, when he starts looking for the reader, he catches another seek attempting to kill the reader and kills the seeker before they could kill the reader
In the end, dae-ho physically and mentally can't take it anymore and confesses everything he feels for the reader and fucks him in one of the rooms, and uses the dead seekers body as a barricade to keep anybody else from getting in? (With consent ofc)
I apologize if this seems messy! I just rarely see any x male reader fics for dae-ho 💔
In the brutal world of Squid Game, survival comes at a price — and some players are willing to pay it in blood. One lonely player finds himself drawn into the orbit of a seemingly cheerful teammate. But behind that smile hides something far darker, and as the games progress, protection turns to obsession… and there’s no escape once you belong to him.
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Author’s Note:
Hello! I’m genuinely so happy you enjoy my posts 😃. I really loved your request!
To be honest, I’m not entirely sure how well it turned out (I rewrote and deleted this about ten times lol), but I sincerely hope it meets your expectations 🙂. It was a bit of a challenge for me, since it’s my first time writing a smut scene between men, so I had to do a bit of research… but I truly hope it makes sense and captures what you imagined (and if not — please feel free to tell me!). If you have more ideas, don’t hesitate to send them my way! I’d be so happy to write them for you.
That’s all — enjoy the read 😛✨
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My requests are open if you’d like to send something else my way 😊
Masterlist –[link]
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POV: Dae-ho
I’d never really paid attention to him before. I mean… I’d seen him around, sure. Sitting in the corner, hair hanging in his face, those exhausted, scared eyes that screamed he didn’t belong here. One of those players you glance at and think “he won’t make it to the next round.”
I thought that.
And now, I realize how fucking stupid I was.
That night, they kicked him out of his team. A bunch of morons pointing fingers like he was some rotten piece of trash.
“Too weak. He’ll get us all killed.”
“He just stands there shaking.”
“First one to die, for sure.”
I heard it all. Sitting nearby, pretending not to listen. But my eyes never left him. The way he tried to speak up but nobody let him. The way he lowered his head and bit his lip, trying not to cry.
Pathetic. Fragile. Helpless.
Perfect.
When I saw him crouched against the wall, alone, I knew it. That was it. He was for me. Just the right kind. And I could do something about it.
I stood up, adjusted my jacket, and walked over. Wearing that easy, friendly grin — the kind that makes people let their guard down. I was good at this. Damn good.
“Hey,” I called out, stopping in front of him. He looked like he wanted to shrink even more, like I was just another one about to kick him while he was down.
He glanced up at me, those dark, tired, scared eyes. Like he was expecting anything but kindness.
“You… got a team yet?” I asked.
He shook his head, hesitant. Obvious. Of course he didn’t.
“How about you join ours? Got room. Safer that way, yeah?” I flashed my usual wide smile, soft voice. The kind everyone trusted around here.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. I saw it in his eyes — a flicker of relief. Predictable.
Easy.
I slung my arm around his shoulders, feeling him flinch a little under my touch. Adorable. Led him back to Gi-hun’s group. Nobody complained — who the hell would? My image was spotless.
From that moment on, he was mine.
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During the Mingle, he tried making conversation with a couple of them. Idiots. Some even found his anxious little stammers kinda cute. I saw it all from a distance, pretending I didn’t care.
But I cared.
It was only a matter of time before someone crossed a line.
This one girl — I think her number was 271 — got too close. Spent too long. Laughing at his awkward jokes. Touching his arm.
I watched all of it. Pretended I wasn’t looking.
But I was.
That night, when most people were settling down, I went after her. She was digging through some scraps of bread, murmuring with another woman. I slipped up beside her, casual as ever.
“Hey. 271, right?” I whispered.
She glanced at me, wary.
“What?”
I leaned in, my smile in place.
“About 199. Stay away. Friendly advice.”
She frowned.
“You’re fucking crazy. I was just talking to him.”
I smiled wider.
“I know. But… accidents happen, you know? Someone trips in the next game, catches a knife in the gut… I’d be so sad if something like that happened to you.”
Her eyes widened. I gave her shoulder a little pat.
“Take care of yourself, alright?”
And walked away like nothing happened.
And it worked.
Next day, she didn’t even glance his way.
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The following days, I kept it up. A couple more tried too. There’s always some idiot wanting to play hero or make a friend. But a whispered threat, a little shove in the crowd. People get the message.
Nobody suspected me, of course. Because I was Dae-ho. The nice guy. The friendly one. The protector. The guy everyone liked.
Nobody suspects the one who smiles the most.
Except… he started to notice.
I saw it in his eyes. That confused look, trying to figure out why people suddenly wouldn’t talk to him. Why no one wanted to sit by him. Why even the most harmless conversations died out.
One night, he actually asked me about it.
“H-Hey Dae-ho… d-did you notice that… no one… wants to be around me?”
His voice was soft, dragged out, like he was scared to hear the answer.
I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“Ah, don’t worry about it. This place makes people weird. Everyone’s just trying to survive. It’s not personal. I’m here though, right?” I gave him my easy, reassuring smile.
He hesitated, then nodded. Like a scared little puppy.
God, what a sight.
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That night, I stayed up watching him sleep.
Even with the grime and exhaustion, his face… it had something beautiful. Something that was mine. And only mine. His messy dark hair falling over his closed eyes, those uneven breaths. Curled up like the world was out to get him.
And it was.
But not me.
I forgave him.
I protected him.
I’d kill for him.
I’d spill blood for him.
First kill, first mess, first body on the floor — all for him.
And when no one else was left, when it was just us… then he’d understand.
He’d be mine.
And I’d be his.
Forever.
POV: Dae-ho
The red marble rolled into my palm, and a wicked grin formed in my chest.
Seeker.
The best fucking draw I could’ve hoped for.
I faked a disappointed sigh for show.
Looked straight at him — Player 199 — holding that little blue marble in his trembling hand.
Eyes wide, chest heaving, lips parted like he was already seconds from crying.
He had no idea what was coming.
I walked over slowly, like a concerned friend.
— "Damn… guess I won’t get to be on your team again." I murmured softly, masking the hunger in my voice. "Take care, alright? For me."
He nodded, and fuck — the way his eyes shimmered with trust and fear at the same time made my cock twitch.
This kid was mine.
The alarm blared, and chaos broke loose.
People running, shoving, screaming.
I grabbed my knife from the table, cold and sharp in my palm.
Today was the day.
—
Two pathetic hiders crouched behind some boxes.
One slash to the throat, and the other barely got out a whimper before I buried my blade in his gut and twisted.
The hot spray of blood on my face calmed me.
But none of them mattered. Only one person did.
That bitch who kept flirting with him the other day?
Found her dead behind some chairs.
I made sure of it.
Pulled her by the hair, knife to her stomach.
— "No one fucking touches him."
Left her bleeding out.
—
I kept moving, but my eyes were hunting for him.
My blood boiled.
Then I heard it.
His voice. That trembling, desperate little cry.
I moved fast.
My pulse pounding in my ears.
And there he was.
A seeker cornering him against the wall, knife raised.
I didn’t think — didn’t hesitate.
I slid my blade into the bastard’s neck from behind.
Blood splattered hot across my hand.
The body hit the floor.
He stood there frozen, shaking, his chest heaving.
Eyes wide, face pale.
Beautiful.
I stepped in, cupped his face. His skin was feverish, wet with sweat and tears.
— "It’s me… it’s okay, I’m here."
He flinched, but didn’t pull away.
I grabbed his hand.
— "Come with me. Now."
He followed.
—
I dragged him into an empty room, door half open, stinking of blood and metal.
A dead seeker’s body slumped by the wall.
I pulled the corpse over and propped it against the door.
He stood there in the middle of the room, trembling like a leaf, chest rising and falling fast.
I was already fucking hard.
That small, fragile frame.
Sweat-soaked hair stuck to his forehead.
His hands trembling.
Perfect.
I stepped closer, footsteps echoing on the grimy floor.
— "Look at you… shaking so bad, and you’re already fucking hard, aren’t you?"
My hand went straight to his crotch, palming the hard length beneath the fabric.
He gasped, trying to pull away.
Pathetic. Innocent. Mine.
— "Don’t lie to me. I know you wanted this. Dreamed about it. Me fucking you so hard you’d forget your name."
I squeezed tighter.
His breath hitched.
I crashed my mouth onto his — a rough, desperate kiss, tongues clashing, teeth scraping.
I bit his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, and he whimpered.
I pinned his wrists above his head with one hand and ripped his shirt open.
Sweaty, pale skin marked with bruises and dirt.
Ran my hands down his chest, leaving red trails.
I let go of his hands only to rip open his pants and yank them down with his briefs.
His cock was hard, leaking at the tip.
I dropped to my knees, licking a long stripe up the shaft.
He trembled, a broken moan escaping.
I swallowed him whole.
Throat-deep.
His hands gripped my hair, half trying to pull away, half pushing me down.
The taste of him, the heat, the faint taste of sweat and fear — made my cock ache.
I sucked hard, taking him to the back of my throat, letting him gag a little.
Pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him.
Dropped my own pants.
My cock was rock-hard, veined, dripping pre-cum.
I spun him around, shoved him face-first against the wall.
His body fit perfectly in my hands. Small. Easy to control.
I spread his ass cheeks, running my fingers over his tight entrance.
Spit in my palm and rubbed it over.
— "It’s happening. Right now."
I pressed the head of my cock against his hole.
He let out a strangled cry.
— "W-wait, Dae-ho, it— it hurts—"
I grabbed his hips, thrusting in.
The tight heat gripped me like a fucking vice.
He screamed.
— "You’ll get used to it. You’ll love it."
I stayed still for a second, feeling him clench around me.
Then started moving.
Hard. Deep. Ruthless.
Skin slapping.
His cries mixing with my grunts.
Each thrust made his ass bounce against me, his cock smearing pre-cum on the wall.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked his head back.
— "Say you’re mine. Say it."
He sobbed.
— "I-I’m yours…"
I fucked him deeper, harder.
Pulled him off the wall, bent him over an old table.
Spread his legs, lined up, and slammed back inside.
The table creaked, his body jerking with every thrust.
One hand gripped his hips, the other stroked his leaking cock.
He was rock-hard. Dripping.
— "Look at this — moaning like a whore while I destroy you."
He whimpered, head lolling to the side.
I bit down on his sweaty neck, marking him.
Came deep inside him.
Filling him to the brim.
But I wasn’t done.
Flipped him onto his back on the table.
Missionary.
Pushed back inside, staring straight into his dazed, teary eyes.
One hand wrapped around his throat, the other jerking him off.
— "Cum for me. Now. I wanna see your face when you lose it."
He cried out, legs shaking, and came all over his chest.
Hot, thick ropes of cum.
I fucked him through it, milking every last drop before releasing inside him again.
Stayed buried deep, panting.
Ran my hand over his face, licking his cum off his chest.
— "Now you’re mine. And no one else will ever fucking have you."
He stared up at me, ruined, trembling, crying, still hard.
Exactly how I wanted him.
Reader's POV
My entire body ached. Every muscle throbbed, and the warm sensation running down my legs made me want to disappear. I was lying on that old, dirty table, the rough wood scraping against my back, while the suffocating air of that cramped room reeked of blood, sweat, and semen.
Dae-ho stood there, right in front of me. His smile… it was wrong. Too wide, his eyes shining in a way that made my stomach twist. And yet… some broken, miserable part of me felt grateful he had saved me. No matter how fucked up that was.
My head spun. I could barely process what had just happened. My body trembled, not just from exhaustion or physical pain, but from fear. A suffocating fear that made it hard to breathe.
He walked toward me, every step pounding in my chest like a thunderclap. I instinctively inched toward the edge of the table, desperate to get away, to flee, but there was nowhere to go.
"You were perfect, you know that?" he murmured, his fingers brushing my face, wiping away a bead of sweat rolling down my temple. "So beautiful… completely ruined by me. I always knew we’d end up like this."
My stomach turned. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry, scream, or beg. The desperate will to live mixed with the horror of what he’d done… of what I’d let happen.
"D-Dae-ho… this… this isn’t right…" my voice came out weak, hoarse, barely a whisper.
His grin widened even more.
"Not right? Who decides what’s right here? I saved you. I protected you when no one else wanted you. When everyone else turned their backs. You should be thanking me on your knees, fuck."
He took another step, and my legs threatened to give out.
My eyes darted toward the door blocked by the dead seeker’s body. The metallic stench made my head spin. I wanted to vomit. Wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
"I… I’m grateful… you…" I swallowed hard, trying to buy time. "You don’t… you don’t have to do this…"
He laughed, but it wasn’t a normal laugh. It was low, rough, almost childlike in how it took pleasure in my misery.
"But I do." He picked up the bloodstained knife from the floor, spinning it between his fingers. "Because if you’re not mine… you won’t be anyone’s."
My heart raced. That cold fear crawled up my spine. My hands were sweating, my legs weak. I knew what was coming. I finally understood there was no way out.
"Dae-ho… please…" I tried, tears already stinging my eyes.
He came closer and cupped my sweaty, dirty face. His thumb wiped away a tear rolling down.
"Shhh… don’t cry, baby… I’m going to take care of you. Always." He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "I just have to make sure no one else ever gets that chance."
I tried to gather my strength, but my body was limp. He pushed me back onto the table easily.
"I love you, you know that? Since day one. When I saw you there, all alone, scared, I knew you were mine. That no one else could ever touch you. And I waited… waited for the right moment." He sighed, staring at the blade. "And now you’re mine. Mine forever."
The knife gleamed under the dim light.
"D-Dae-ho, please…" my voice cracked.
He took a deep breath, like he was trying to calm himself.
"It’ll be quick, I promise." He said, and then drove the blade into my abdomen.
The pain was unbearable. A burning, slicing heat spread through my body. I screamed, the sound muffled by my own blood.
"I told you you’re mine… only mine…" he muttered, plunging the knife again. And again. Every stab tearing a piece of me away.
My eyes filled with tears, my vision blurring. I felt the warmth of my own blood coating my skin with every move he made.
My body instinctively writhed, but I was too weak.
His face was the last thing I saw. Those eyes shining with pleasure. That deranged grin. His ragged breathing.
My consciousness began to fade. The world around me turning into nothing but sound and blurred light. I thought of when it all started, the games, the nervous laughs, the foolish hope of surviving… and now here.
Dae-ho leaned down, kissing my bloodstained lips.
"Forever mine…" he whispered.
My last strength drained away, and then everything went dark.
[Extra Scene — After the Murder | Dae-ho’s POV]
The silence after the final stab was louder than any scream.
I stood there, knife still in my hand, warm blood running down my fingers, staring at that small, lifeless body on the table. He looked beautiful. So perfect like that… pale skin stained with red, chest rising and falling until it didn’t anymore.
His face, even smeared with blood and dried tears, still looked peaceful. Finally calm.
I stepped closer and brushed my fingers along his cold cheek.
“Now you’re only mine…” I whispered, a deranged smile curling my lips.
Leaning in, I kissed his lifeless lips, tasting the metallic mix of blood and spit. The taste of my victory.
The room reeked. Blood. Sweat. Fear. And yet… it was the most beautiful place in the world to me in that moment. I wanted to freeze time right here. Wanted to stay with him forever.
I pushed a few strands of hair off his sweaty forehead. He’d looked so beautiful moaning my name… and now, even dead, he was still perfect.
“I told you,” I murmured. “I told you no one else was ever going to have you. Not touch you. Not even look at you.”
My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling quickly, blood-soaked fingers trembling. My heart pounded in my chest, not with fear or guilt, but with something worse. Pleasure. Peace.
I sat beside his body, just watching. Not missing a detail. The marks I left, the scratches on his skin, the stains, the exhausted expression.
For a brief second, I pointed the knife at myself. Thought, “If I kill myself now, I’ll stay with him here.” But no. I still had things to do. There were people who got too close to him. I had to finish what I started. Clean this game.
But I’d come back. I’d always come back for him.
Standing up, I carefully arranged his body on the table, like tucking someone in for sleep. I gave him one last kiss on the forehead.
“Wait for me, baby… I’ll be back. I promise.”
I grabbed the knife, wiped the blood off my hands on my uniform, and gave one final look at his face… leaving the room filled with death behind me, his body untouched by anyone else.
